How does food and photography mix? I know it happens all the time: people cook things, they take pictures. They go to restaurants, and it’s snap! click! (Though I guess you lose those analog sounds in our digital age.) These pictures are posted on food blogs and photo sharing sites–nothing could be more common. And nothing should be more second hand, especially for a girl who fancies herself a food blogger. Yet my posts are typically big hunks of text on the screen, sans visual accompaniment. Why have I been failing so miserably at this?
Last weekend, I set myself to the task of remedying the deficiency. I had a cast of characters in town (my family), and we had an ambitious eating schedule ahead of us: breakfast at Angelo’s, dinner at Zingerman’s Roadhouse, and another dinner at Pacific Rim. I dutifully ported around my little Cannon SD600, and the scene was set for memorializing our meals. Due in part to habit and in part to a surfeit of storytelling, I’m sorry to report that I did not remember to take a single photo until the last course of our last meal (at Pacific Rim)–and these were taken by Michael, who is a much better photographer than me.
My mom ordered almond panna cotta infused with Amaretto, served with a tropical fruit compote. Pretty!
For Shana: roasted Bosc pear with marcona almond–mascarpone cream and a spiced-caramel sauce. Magnifique!
All were amazing, but I think Michael and my brother chose best: warm bittersweet chocolate cake with sake-macerated cherries and toasted-coconut Kahula ice cream.